The Son Of A Bitch Is In Here

I was driving or walking from grandmamma's house along 256 to Weyers Cave. I saw Tara (a girl that is the same age as my brother Eric that mom used to babysit) pushing her broken down car up the hill in the opposite direction

When I got to the place where the road to the church meets 256, I turned around at the bottom of the hill to help her out, but it turned out that two old hillbillies already helping her out. I decided to try to help anyway even though I felt uncomfortable, and I wound up helping move something from the back of their truck to her car. The younger of the two hillbillies commented about all the fleas that he was infested with. I realized that the thing I was helping to move was full of fleas and I got pissed at him because fleas like me so much and I get bitten up so easily.

I started walking or running up the hill on the church road to go home, and I could see across the field and through peoples' yards that they were following me by walking or running at the same pace along 256 to try to cut me off.

I got to mom's or grandmamma's apartment (which was strange because it should have been a house) first, and there were lots of friends and family there. I recognized a lot of people from the key room at work. I went to the back of the apartment, and heard them coming and beating on the door. I went back up front to tell people not to let them in, but they were already in and people were asking them what's going on. I noticed that they had gotten a lot younger and were running around and pushing people out of their way looking for me.

I ran back into the bathroom and closed the door to hide. Unfortunately there was a big pane of glass in the upper half of the door. I laid along side the wall by the tub and toilet, but my feet were sticking out and when the guy looked in the glass, he saw them before I could pull my feet up and back and hide them better. He broke through the door and yelled "The son of a bitch is in here!" while he glared at me, and I woke up.